Slowly, she picked herself up, and looked around properly. The two remaining Levi's had gone to their friend that I punched, and occasionally gave me venomous glances. I flicked my tongue, and sniffed.

  Blood and death, offal and piss. The smell of battle. I... didn't know what to think. We had lost, but I was alive. I was hurt, and if I didn't see a priest soon it would be bad, but as my slitted eyes wandered aimlessly, I sighed in relief. I was alive.

  I pulled off my gauntlets, and patted myself down. My brigandine was was fine, if a touch scuffed. My skirt that flowed to my tail was a bit damaged, but I expected that. The armor on my arms was in good condition, and the joints were ok.

  I looked down and picked up my helmet. It was an Armet style of helmet, fitted for her unique biology. It wad flatter on the back of the neck, and it's face was elongated to hit her mouth, nose, etc. I had looked on myself in a still lake once while wearing my armor, and I looked like the letter S in it. My tail back, my body leaning slightly back, and my upper body hunching ever so slightly forward.

  My helmet had a dent in it, on the right side. Small, but anything strong enough to dent the absurdly thick helmet was strong enough to knock me out. I felt my elongated head. Nose, good. Teeth, good. Ears... As I pulled the coif away from my head a bit, I could feel something wet. I swiped a finger through it, and looked. Blood. Shit.

  As I turned around, I spotted my weapon. My proper one, that is. I am a solid 10 and a half feet from the highest point to the lowest. If I were to lay down properly, I would be well over 20. So, my weapon, a custom forged pole axe, was rather noticeable.

  It is twelve feet of steel and reinforced wood, with a rounded head, a spike, and a hammer on one end, and a reinforced butt spike on the other for balance. I slowly slithered over, wincing the entire way, and slowly picked it up. I grabbed it by the shaft, and planted the spike, leaning on it to lessen the strain on my body.

  I turn to the knight, who was still standing there, waiting, and asked. "What now? And may I keep thisss for now. My injuries are... painful. I swear to not use it, but please, I beg you Ser..." I said. My accent was more noticeable, making my speech fare more sibilant and hissy then I might have wanted. Stress and pain would do that, but it makes me sound... well, like a multi hundred kilogram murderous reptile. Admittedly, that was what I was, but at this point, it feels like I could be taken out by a strong breeze.

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  The man stares me in the eyes, then rases his faceplate. "Very well. Now, would you follow me, and you there, retrieve its knife, if you would." He said, pointing to one of the men.

  As the man went to reluctantly retrieve my knife, the knight looked at me. "I didn't see you in battle, and, while battle is chaotic, I do believe I would see something like you from a ways away. What happened?" He asked.

  As my knife was slapped into my hands, I sheathed it, and put on my gauntlets. I picked up my helmet, and slowly hobbled forward. When I got close enough, I couldn't help but notice he was... much smaller then me. In the upper 5 foot range. We don't let the small kin fight if we can help it, but... humans were humans, I suppose.

  I showed him my helmet, and he winced. "Ah." He said, like that single word said it all. And it did.

  "I think, when your lot tossssed those rocksss at usss, they went everywhere. I don't recall much but... I guess luck wassssn't with me... I wasss to guard the Baron'sss ssson. It ssseemsss I have... failed." I say bitterly, my words going deeper and more hissy the longer I spoke.

  The knight backed up a step, and it made me feel better, if only just. It looked like he was about to say something, stopped, then started again.

  "If it's any consolation, I can say honestly that I am glad I didn't have to face you. I have heard that your kind are strong and tough, and judging from your size alone? Let alone the thickness of your armor and your giant weapon?" He said. "Well, your bad favor is our good luck this day."

  He was trying to cheer me up. Laudable. Maybe he just didn't want to anger me? Good enough, the way I was feeling...

  "I digressss. I... need a priessst. And, if I can, to find my lord. Isss that possssible?" I ask.

  "Ay, for the priest, but for the latter bit... you will need permission, but it is possible. Now, follow me. There's a cart a ways away we can use to leave this place post haste." He said.

  I nod, and put on my helmet, keeping my faceplate up. While it was a good helmet, it's breathability was poor, and it's sight narrow. With the battle overall done, I could keep it up with little risk.

  Slowly, we headed to the cart collecting people. Lightly wounded and uninjured alike claimed aboard as we approached, and the knight yelled at the men. He told the uninjured to get off, and to make room for me. I handed my weapon to a man in the cart one handed, and he almost dropped it as I slithered up slowly. One man accidentally stepped on me, and I hissed loudly.

  He apologized profusely, and I just glared. I grabbed my axe back, and curled up onto myself. As soon as the night was on, he called for the driver to advance. As we left the battlefield, the cart bumped and jostled as men cursed and I hissed softly in pain.

  This day had been terrible, but as we plodded forward under the warm sun, I relaxed a bit. At least the day was over for her, and she could rest. If only for a bit.